I stood there and hummed,
I tapped on her drum
and asked her how come.
And she buttoned her boot,
And straightened her suit,
Then she said, "Don't get cute."
So I forced my hands in my pockets
And felt with my thumbs,
And gallantly handed her
My very last piece of gum.

She threw me outside,
I stood in the dirt
where every one walked.
And after finding I'd
Forgotten my shirt,
I went back and knocked.
I waited in the hallway, she went to get it,
And I tried to make sense,
Out of that picture of you in your wheelchair
That leaned up against

Her Jamaican rum
And when she did come,
I asked her for some.
She said, "No, dear."
I said, "Your words aren't clear,
You'd better spit out your gum."
She screamed  till her face got so red,
Then she fell on the floor,
And I covered her up and then
Thought I'd go look through her drawer.

And when I was through,
I filled up my shoe
And brought it to you.
And you, you took me in,
You loved me then,
You didn't waste time.
And I, I never took much,
I never asked for your crutch,
Now don't ask for mine.